Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Jiang Mo entered the building and went straight to the third floor, where densely packed wooden boxes were piled up, containing a large quantity of minerals and medicinal herbs, which Lu Jin had sent back to the mountain yesterday.

Yusha was conducting her alchemical research in the corner, with some reddish ore scattered on the table, along with five test tubes containing black liquid.

Hearing footsteps, she suddenly slowed her movements, and then spoke:

"The blocks you requested have all been refined and handed over to that old gentleman, Si Chong."

"The book on making explosives?"

Jiang Mo curiously approached You Sha's workbench and received the reply: "No, it's the Staff of Fear. This one is more difficult and the process is more complicated."

She explained as she shook the test tube containing the thick, black liquid:

"Refining it allows me to enter a focused working state in the shortest amount of time. Once my alchemical skills and feel for it have gradually returned to normal, I can simultaneously refine the Book of Explosives."

"Are you getting used to life here? Are you having any difficulties with the food and daily routine?"

Jiang Mo paused beside the table, examining the pitted and unremarkable-looking ores. However, after processing, dissolving, and differentiating them, they played an important role in absorbing magical runes, which was quite mysterious.

"Fortunately, I'm not a picky eater."

You Sha skillfully grasped a piece of ore with her right hand, and with a forceful squeeze of her five fingers, strands of powder flowed into the test tube like sand, causing a violent boiling reaction. The pitch-black liquid turned pale silver, and the material properties tended to stabilize.

"Master, if one day, the Deep Sea or anyone else finds out that I'm hiding here, will you hand me over?"

Yu Sha suddenly asked this question.

"It depends on the situation. If you commit murder without authorization and make enemies, you'll be executed when they come looking for you."

Jiang Mo spoke calmly. He acknowledged You Sha's value, but he wasn't so absurd as to confuse right and wrong and protect her crimes.

"No, the guys who dare to cause me trouble are all from the organization."

You Sha shook her head, a smile playing on her lips, and asked in return, "However, judging from the sect leader's words, it seems he can protect me?"

"The deep sea? If they know your whereabouts, they can come and negotiate with me. If they dare to trespass on the mountain without reason, then they don't need to leave."

Jiang Mo's attitude was clear: he knew nothing about You Sha's past and had no interest in it.

But as the sect leader, from his perspective, as long as You Sha doesn't commit any serious crimes, his determination to protect his disciples is beyond question.

"it is good......."

You Sha understood the unspoken meaning and thought it was a good answer. Of course, she was also certain that as long as she hid in the mountains, she would at least be safe.

Afterwards, Jiang Mo asked You Sha for some basic knowledge about alchemy. They chatted for a while, and then, without disturbing her work, he turned and went to the fourth floor.

Chengzhen and Sichong were both here. They sat by the window, drinking tea and playing chess, enjoying themselves immensely. When they saw Jiang Mo approaching, they greeted him with delight.

"Uncle-Master, come quickly, please sit down."

"Heh, junior brother, you've come at the right time. Chengzhen is no match for me. It's more interesting to play against you."

On the chessboard, the black and white pieces are in a state of decline, and Chengzhen's white pieces are losing ground one after another, with little chance of winning.

Jiang Mo exchanged a few pleasantries with them, then sat down to the side, watching the game in silence, waiting for it to end.

A moment later, Chengzhen put down the last white piece and said admiringly, "Uncle-Master, I am no match for you. I am ashamed."

"It's alright, let my junior brother take over."

While tidying up the chessboard, Si Chong said to Jiang Mo:

“Junior brother, during the days you were in seclusion, I have taken care of all the things you asked me to do. Only the two buildings on the back mountain are not yet completed.”

"Oh! By the way, have you gone back to your room yet?"

"No, what's wrong?" Jiang Mo smiled lightly, set up the chessboard again, and played against Si Chong.

"I've bought you a few new outfits, including a Western-style shirt. You look very smart. You'll definitely look good in them, Junior Brother."

As if in a good mood, he picked up a teacup and took a sip.

"Western-style shirt?"

Jiang Mo paused for a moment, then roughly understood what his senior brother meant, and suddenly smiled: "You mean the suit, right?"

"Thank you."

"Also, Jin'er returned yesterday. The foreign trinkets you asked his third uncle to buy are all stored in Siming Palace."

"We have enough ammunition, grenades, and firearms, plus six M1 rocket launchers in total."

Seeing that Si Chong was talking non-stop, Jiang Mo nodded: "Okay, this batch of resources will be handed over to you for distribution and disposal. In the future, I will need to trouble you to supervise the disciples' practice."

Where is Jin'er?

Chengzhen, who was standing nearby, replied, "Xiao Lu and Chang Qing have gone into seclusion in the treasure land behind the mountain. I reckon they'll come out tonight."

"Is this so..."

Jiang Mo placed the white pieces on the board with a clear mind and almost no hesitation, his chess skills slightly superior to Chong's.

"Has Navel returned?"

"Hmm, suspected to be a minor injury."

Chengzhen poured tea for Jiang Mo and handed it to him, saying, "I have arranged a bedroom on the west side and some external medicine for him. He has been staying indoors. Should I call him to see you, Uncle-Master?"

"Injured? Logically speaking, the remnants of the three families might not have the ability to injure him."

Jiang Mo was slightly puzzled, but didn't take it to heart. He instructed Cheng Zhen, "Call him over for dinner. I'll play a few games of chess with your Uncle-Master Sichong first."

"Yes, disciple understands."

........

As dusk fell, Si Chong and Cheng Zhen left for their meal, while Jiang Mo sat quietly by the window, gazing at the magnificent sunset in the sky.

Soon, footsteps were heard downstairs. Will, who was bandaged and still injured, came to meet him immediately after being summoned.

"How are you? Please sit down."

Given that Will's status had changed from a prisoner to a 'protector' of the sect, Jiang Mo asked him to sit down and warmed a cup of tea for him.

"Thanks....."

Will, holding his teacup, reported on the battle: "I destroyed many of the strongholds of the Sinful Sands and Shadow Bamboo Society. I also dealt with their high-ranking members. Only the Myriad Thoughts Hands withdrew too suddenly, and I was unable to catch up with them."

"That's good, thank you for taking care of these miscellaneous things."

Jiang Mo noticed Will's broken wrist bone and gestured, "Tell me about these injuries, how did you get them?"

"Gurgle, gurgle."

Will tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and downed the tea in one gulp, slightly moistening his pale, chapped lips before recounting the whole incident.

“I ambushed and killed the last two elders of the Sinful Sands. I encountered Stef, who was from the same organization. He had taken on a job from the Sinful Sands to escort them away.”

Are you familiar with him?

Jiang Mo did not expect to encounter such an interlude. As fellow "Deep Sea" beings with similar strength, and with Will injured, a direct confrontation would inevitably put him at a disadvantage.

"Not familiar, we've met a few times."

Will picked up the teapot and refilled it with tea. His throat was so dry that he drank several cups before he felt better.

"There is no leader in the deep sea. We are not bound by any rules. Rather than an organization, it is more like an underground black market established by us overseas refugees, where we share all kinds of information, resources and commissions."

“Steef asked me to stop, and when I refused, he attacked me.”

Speaking of this, the throbbing pain from his wound and the shattered bones in his wrist made Will's eyes grow cold: "Before I left, I killed his employer with a curse right in front of him."

"Oh? Is that so? Not bad."

Jiang Mo raised an eyebrow, his words carrying a hint of approval.

"The next day, while I was hunting other targets, I was found by this old mad dog. There was no way to back down, so we fought."

Will lowered his head, gazing at the clear tea, as if recalling that fierce battle, and murmured:

"It was a close contest. I killed the vice president of the Shadow Bamboo Society and other elites. He couldn't stop me, but he shattered my wrist bone."

"If I were in better shape, I might have been able to break through his defenses and inflict a fatal wound..."

Chapter 150 Tengshe Ancient Land

"It's alright, you've done enough. Too much is as bad as too little."

"Does anyone outside know that you are acting under the name of the Trinity Sect?"

Will met Jiang Mo's gaze and shook his head slightly:

“I didn’t tell anyone, but all the assassins I killed believed it was related to you and that you were the one who orchestrated it all.”

"Let them speculate."

Jiang Mo had a brief meeting with Weir, ordering him to stay on the mountain for the rest of the time and not to go out, before letting him go back to recuperate.

As evening approached and night fell, Lu Jin, who had returned from the back mountain, learned that his martial uncle had come out of seclusion. He didn't even have dinner. He went back to his room to get a letter and hurriedly ran to the fourth floor of the Sutra Repository.

"Uncle-Master, your letter was given to you by my Third Uncle."

Lu Jin's hair was disheveled, his white robe was tattered, and even his handsome face was now covered in grime and burnt dust.

"How did your cultivation go today?"

Jiang Mo took the letter, opened it, and read its contents. Besides the usual greetings, there were also some fragmented messages, asking him to take good care of Lu Jin.

At the end of the letter, he described the prosperity of a foreign country across the ocean, attached several black-and-white city photos, and invited him to visit when he had time.

Upon hearing his uncle's inquiry, Lu Jin frankly replied, "It went fairly smoothly, an improvement over the last time. The fire in the True Flame Treasure Land did not harm my body, but my clothes were burned because I didn't have time to take care of them."

Jiang Mo glanced at Lu Jin and noticed that he didn't look tired at all; on the contrary, he looked radiant. So he asked:

“I’m going down the mountain later. Would you like to come with me? Consider it a leisurely trip to visit some ancient place.”

"Uncle-Master, this disciple is willing."

Lu Jin was overjoyed by the unexpected news and asked, "Do we need to make any preparations?"

"Don't have such high expectations. You might come back empty-handed. Go and take a bath and change your clothes. I'll wait for you here."

Jiang Mo took out the map of the Tengshe Ancient Land, grabbed it, and transformed it with Qi. The mountains, forests, and various textual symbols seemed to come alive, floating and wriggling in mid-air, crystal clear.

"Alright... I'll go right away."

Lu Jin stared blankly at the mysterious map for a few moments, then her brain reacted as if electrocuted. She immediately went downstairs to prepare clothes and take a bath.

During this time, Jiang Mo took a moment to meet Si Chong, informing him of his upcoming trip and asking him and Cheng Zhen to look after the sect. He also told them that in case of emergency, they could contact him by crushing the silver-white jade stone they had left behind.

Xu Shi.

The bright moon hung in the sky, and the hazy mountains lay like giant beasts across the heavens and earth. Jiang Mo looked up at the starry sky, feeling refreshed and relaxed, and waited quietly on the stone steps in front of the mountain gate.

A moment later, Lu Jin, having finished his bath, strode over, looking refreshed, and asked, "Uncle-Master, did you tell the sect that we were going out?"

"Ah."

"I've already spoken to your Uncle-Master Sichong, let's go."

Jiang Mo pinched off a piece of Qi cloud, which transformed into a silver wooden boat, carrying him and Lu Jin, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the vastness.

A fierce wind howled, whipping their hair wildly. Above them lay a dazzling starry sky, with the boundless night sky surrounding them.

Lu Jin stared at the map floating in Jiang Mo's palm, unable to recognize the winding, continuous mountain range, especially the dense annotations marking various complex routes, which surprised him.

"Uncle-Master, where is this?"

"The Ancient Land of Tengshe".

"?" Lu Jin looked puzzled, having never heard of such a thing before.

"Do you remember the visit from the head of Wanxiang Hall a while ago?"

Jiang Mo brought up the old story again, letting Lu Jin know the ins and outs of it.

"Years ago, his master and a group of elders were murdered by Han Suxiao of the Quanxing Sect, all for this very blueprint of the grotto-heaven."

"Later, I killed that old ghost in the gambling den. To express his gratitude, Master Ji gave me this blueprint."

"It records the cave where the strange snake transformed into a dragon, a place of great opportunity. Unfortunately, people have tried to explore it throughout history, but none have been able to find the way, which has rendered this map worthless."

Lu Jin's pupils contracted slightly, and she asked with disbelief, "Uncle-Master, can that snake really cultivate into a dragon? Or could it just be a fabrication by our ancestors?"

Upon hearing the doubts, Jiang Mo felt that he had made progress and comforted him with a smile: "The transformation of a snake into a dragon and the attainment of immortality by a human are all sayings left over from the ancients."